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Migraine
Over flowing with motivation and desperation
I can only feel nostalgia and melancholy ill
as I cannot seem to find a way to get over this strenuous metaphoric hill.
I turn to the walls for a quick resolution only to realize I am sober.
No output. no input. No answer
I am in a trance as to what it is I desire doing.
Everything I pick up is a routine waste of time.
I feel devoted to things I cannot reach.
I am connected to people who are no longer here.
I am stuck reliving memories that are no longer clear.
as much as I strive for a relief
the more I find myself disappointed
The more I move the less human I become.
The less I feel. The less I love.
The more I stay idle the more desperate I become.
I over feel and I over love.
Its a revolving door.
a mosaic untraceable jagged line.
A cycle of wishful restless emotions.
Heartache anger and occasional satisfaction.
things I live with. I deal with no matter what actions.
same effects. that reflect this position I am in.
pondering over things many would find meaningless.
The sun is down so its now prime time for hidden pain.
conscience torture. constant torture.
I hate my head for it aches for attention.
I have a migraine caused by lack of affection.
